IMEC

This is the French IMEC library, an institute where people can donate one's archives, located in the authentic (and remote) abbaye of Ardenne, Normandie. Inside the main abbey building lies a grafted structure, all wood and glass, fully separated from the ancient arches, which hosts zillion of books and archives in a mega-futuristic library where among others from one floor you can see both the upper and lower galleries (and visitors) trough the glass ceiling, in a surrealistic way. (see the PIPs!) To me this reminded memories from Borges Babel's library, or perhaps, the medieval 'Il nome della rosa' from Unberto Eco! But when I told this to the postdoc student besides me, in a blink I understood I was some remnant from last century : ignoring these references, he replied "yes for sure this is like in Interstellar, the movie". So, now you know. If these pics remind you of Borges or Eco you are a living fossil, like me. Interstellar is the way ;-)

Epitaph Nous déménageons, loin, ce mois-ci. Parmi les mètres cubes qu'il faut jeter, de vieilles archives du Scientific American. J'ai pratiquement appris l'anglais précis sur l'abonnement que m'offraient mes parents avant le bac. Il y avait chaque mois de nouvelles énigmes de Martin Gardner, et l'objet de la Science était simple alors. Pas de Trump alors, d'antivaxx, de guerre. La nuit je rêve que je vais refeuilleter Gardner -le jour le temps presse, il faut agir. This month we move, far away. Among the volumes to be eliminated, a couple dozen years of the Scientific American. I basically learned precise English from the subscription my parends offered me long, long ago. There was the monthly Mathematical Games from Martin Gardner; the purpose of Science was simple at the time. No Trump then, nor antivaxx, nor war. At night I dream I reach back to Gardner columns -at day : time flies, must move.